Climbed up to the roof top
cure in the form of a raindrop
to take my antidote to the people below.
They got wet but they didn't go home.
But everybody, everybody said:
"Goodnight, thanks for stopping by. We're doing fine."
But oh, that was a lie!
Because I heard them waiting for the footsteps to fade
and when they thought I was gone,
it was 3 a.m., but we move on.
Find me singing in the bathtub,
where the walls are kind to a stuttered song.
In my mind it's a critical minute - you knock
and the moment's gone.
Well, to what you hold, you can never hang on.
But everybody, everybody said:
"Goodnight, thanks for stopping by, we'll be fine. But all we do is try."
And the sun turns your pillow to a rock.
But if I had my way, I'd just turn back the clock.
Oh, let that water roll
boys in the bathtub
'til I can't hear them anymore
Oh, let that water roll
over the voice in my head
I don't need to hear you anymore
you were wrong
